Um yeah, this link up is brilliant.
When I was 27, I was a serial dater. I'm not proud to say that now, but I was proud of it back then. Moving on.
I had met this guy out, who was a friend of some friends. I wasn't super interested but I did like dinner and dates.
We decided to go out for dinner on a Friday at 6.
Red flag #1 I had to pick him up.
So, 6 o' clock came and went and I wasn't picking him up until he confirmed the date.
Around 8 o' clock I received a text that asked where I was?
So he said he was sorry and asked me to come and pick him up.
I got lost on the way to his house and I had to call for directions.
Red flag #2 he was kind of slurring on the phone, while telling me directions, but I just thought that it was bad service.
I scooped him up and we went to a place 20 minutes away from his house for dinner.
As I was driving, I noticed he is hammered. However, this is entertaining to me and by no means makes me mad.
We get to dinner, he orders more beers (I wasn't stopping him, fuel on the fire) and we get our food.
As we are eating, he is only using his right hand. His left hand has now been resting in his mashed potatoes for about 5 minutes. And he's just chatting away and eating and drinking etc. Almost acting as if that hand isn't even a part of his body. Just picture it, EVERYTHING with one hand, from eating a steak tip to drinking his beer, while the left hand just sits there.....flaccid.
We get in the car to head home and he passes out.
Naturally, I then have to bring him by two friend's houses and have them come outside so that I can roll down the passenger window and show them my passed out date.
Weeks later, I saw him out again and he told me he wanted a re-do and that he owes me a date.
Ummmm, negative ghost rider.